The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey | ||
Grave Digger Catch
The new moonAnd a red rose
The old moon
And a dead rose
Wield the pick
And wield the spade
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And a grave is made:
Who danced in the light
In dark he'll sleep
Dig his bed for him
Deep.. deep.. deep.
The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey | ||